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That Pain: A poem by Rupal Desai

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Extreme pain... is to see your beloved on deathbed. Sleeping on a white linen covered pyre. Screaming with pain... Breathing heavily under ventilator. Unconscious. Unable to sleep. Stretching life unwantedly. Pleading for death Farawaydeathlaughs. Refuses to come. Tears and prayers... for freedom for that wounded soul. That pain... A sharp pain kills you from inside. That pain of guilt... for bribing death to release the soul of your beloved. That pain of cutting the bond of love. That pain of eternal separation. Sometimes I get confused. Which one is the worst pain? That pain which delivers the soul covered with body Or... The pain which frees the soul from the body?

From the diary of a Father: A poem by Nazima Kachwalla

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I'm sorry my child, Wasn't by your side, When you were learning to walk, To get you comfort, I was treading the wild. I'm sorry my child. Forgive me, my dear, Wasn't around, To hear the first words you spoke, Building a peaceful home, Busy was I, struggling to keep away fears. Forgive me, my dear. My vacant seat in the audiences, Absence during the claps and cheers, Cannot be forgiven, Excuse me, son, it wasn't much fun, Watching life through teary images. Really wasn't much fun. Today, from my armchair, I watch all the little things you do, The warm hugs and kisses, That are showered on you. Watching you and your angel makes me glad, And comes a subtle reminder "The child always gets the toy the father never had."

My Child: A poem by Nisha Raviprasad

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Dear Child I wonder, if you are watching her too, my child from your new home miles away from me? the way we used to when you were small how you climbed on my lap and see  her let loose silver hair like intangible, tender ethereal mist that slipped between your tiny fingers, so soft  you would count more than me, tiny crystals bedecked on the midnight dome, those you longed to have As I hummed lullabies rocking you in my arms you would squeal at fireflies kissing our lawn by the window now I watch her slide behind  pirates, ships and little airplanes crafted in those vivid clouds that bemused you in the languid night  your face throbs in my blood, warm love pulsing  through my veins, your laughter brushing my hair you have grown up and become a man have gone from my side and travel worldwide As the soft wind sings to me, each night, I still hum those lullabies that once rocked you to sleep, that kissed your dreams sweet  They are ...

Happiness is...: A poem by Omar Nassar

Happiness is sustained peace of mind Where well-being in society equals love and tranquility Where every human being is happy to be,  to share God's largesse to mankind including fresh air qualitatively... It is to have someone who loves you sincerely And accepts you for your for who you are willingly One who respects your thoughts and feelings honestly And always stands by you through adversity smiling Someone one trusts will always be there for one loving A true friend to the end like good parents One can trust as a family to rely on always Who would never betray or lead one astray... Trustworthy persons ready to call a spade a spade And are happy to coach one to become self-reliant Like honest spouses, brothers and sisters - good relatives Liberated from hatred, jealousy, envy, and greed... It's living with people who respect others' lives and property In the society of peace,  equality, rule of law and prosperity Where leaders care, the environment is fair...

My child: A poem by Munira Dalal

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My child, I am always with you In times of grief and happiness too I know exactly what are your needs I am your Father; I’ll pay by your deeds My child love and look after me Enjoy the beauty of mountains and sea Preserve the water, air and each and every tree I am your Mother Earth, I’ve given it free My child learn to write and read Knowledge is important for ignorance to be freed Abide by the moral values and ethics I’ve instilled My role as your teacher will be truly fulfilled My child in your veins my blood flows In you, many a time my image shows Catch my hand and walk by my side My child, I’m your mother, forever your guide My child, I’m within you; your being Without me, your life will have no meaning Listen to me when I guide you on life’s way I’m your conscience, heed to what I silently say

That Pain: A poem by Pradeep Kumar Soni

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When silent prayers,it seemed, not heard When Time's falcon catches its victim bird Motionless we watch the woeful fall of rain Impatient lips sing poignantly hymns of pain This song can be heard from obscure destinies; From broken hearts whose hopes turning into cries Hunger burnt bellies that for golden grains thirst From orphans and widows whose joys gone outburst This song from the wretched's lips long ages overflow Whose Christ-like body is still under loathing caste blow Shackles of feminism have created havoc so far And the deprived whose learning is still a bar That Pain from aching minds can be felt Whose glowing pens at others sorrow easily melt That Pain made Valmiki the great universal sage That Pain filled Bhagat Singh with great patriotic rage That Pain resounds in India's every nook and corner When innocent soldiers brought dead from the border Bloodshed, war, and poverty will cease havoc rain If World Leaders co...

Social Media: A poem by Mehak Gupta Grover

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Our world is transforming  at a breakneck pace. Social Media is taking away our humanity.  Our ability to capture the moment with a mere swipe  and a click is separating us from what really matters.  How did we become so removed from compassion  that we see no difference between filming our children  taking their first steps and filming a man taking his own life? We are losing self- awareness and individual accountability  leading to inhumane behavior.  Everybody gets so much information all day long  that we have started loosing our common sense. Though, many of our digital inventions serve to estrange us from the world,  they were created to enrich our lives. A clash of man and machine is almost upon us. Will, we blindly outsource and abdicate big chunks of our lives  to the social media? There is much to celebrate in the ease with which we can connect  and catalog what is going on arou...

Social Media: A poem by Khushboo Yadav

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Gone are the days when postmen used to distribute letters. Nowadays people convey their messages through Facebook WhatsApp and Twitter. God knows the feeling behind messages is fake or real. Each like and comment fills our hearts with enthusiasm and zeal. Real books are replaced by Google and Kindle. Different apps have made our lives simpler. Social Media bridges the distance among people living far away. Use it wisely it is not child's play. Share news messages knowledge through social media. To gain knowledge visit Google and Wikipedia. It can be a tool to help someone get justice. It can bring revolution but avoid its evil Practice.

Shaman: Ghanghor aalima ka Ahwaahan: Antarman ki Lalima ka: A poem by Balika Sengupta

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**"शमन : घनघोर कालिमा का** आह्वान. :अंतरमन की लालिमा का" *** ****************************** तपस्‍वी सा जलता , वो दीया , ध्‍यानमग्‍न, समाधिष्‍ठ, तप में मगन ,ध्‍यान की अगन प्रज्‍जवलन की लगन, प्रेम की तपन , अंधरो के भीमकाय पर्वतों की चोटी पर , फहराया उसने उजियारे का झंडा, थी शूल चूभोति , हवा- हिमपात , न डाल पायी शिलाव़ष्टि उस पर अपनी कुटिल द़़ष्टि , रचाई उसने उजाले की सृष्टि , उजाले का नया संसार बुना , शाति प्रेम का परिवार चुना , हर दीपक का दर्द सुना , और सुनाया अमर शास्‍वत संगीत , धुन गाया ,गुन गुन गुनगुनाया, कालातीत हर दीपक से प्‍यार मिला , गिले शिकवे हुए दूर ,काफिला आगे चला अधेरा ठिठका, पीछे जा हटा, पछताया ,हाथ मला , अब कहो ,हम क्‍यों न जागे भला , सुनों ,शब्‍दो के मधुर दीपक जलाना, है दिलो को मोम सा गलाना , आपस में स्‍नेहपूर्ण मिलना , मिलाना, हो विचारों का तालमेल बिठाना संकल्‍पो संग हो जीना , न हो अंधेरों से डरकर जीते जी मरना । है होगा आज इनका सामना करना , दिलो के हर पुष्‍प का खिलना खिलाना, मरते मरते को जिलाना , ला उजियारे का नूतन संदेश ,नव प्राण फूंकना ...

Smile: A poem by Sujata Chatterjee

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The awesome creation of God in the universe Seeing which a mom's face light up with love It's a six-week-old newborn's social smile A blessing which rains from above. Fingers entwined together in love Lovers wearing that bewitching smile Makes their heart skip a beat And walk together that extra mile. When a boy scores a goal in style The aura of the game that he has won The Dad then breaks into a proud smile At words of promise of a dutiful son. Whenever a child cries as he is hurt The mom will always wipe the tears away Her lips and eyes have an enchanting smile That brightens up the child's day. At the encouragement  from a boss or a teacher A student breaks into an elated smile Hard work and dedication well rewarded As he turns more and more agile. Friendship is all about love and laughter Its all about how much you can smile How much u weave a sweet little hug How much your heart can beat for a while. ...

Smiles in curves: An article by Munira Dalal

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When in school studied about curves in geometry, namely parabola, and hyperbola. The main task being to prove with formulae they are indeed curves. Later in life learnt to maneuver twists and bends, and of course very steep curves. Talking of curves the most simplest one, and which does not need any formula to prove is undoubtedly ‘The Smile’. No need to swerve sharply when you come across it, unlike the one on the road. As they say there are a hundred reasons to smile; we just have to find one. See a baby with a toothless smile and you too beam back a smile. Another toothless smile sits nestled between wrinkles and weary eyes. A smile cuts across all barriers of age and communication. Sometimes a smile can start a friendship and at times dissolve differences too. It’s healthy to wear a smile every day; no fears it’ll ‘wear out’. In times of true happiness, the eyes too smile along with the lips. The most difficult time to smile is truly when your heart is filled with grief. That s...

First Love: A poem by Shamsul Haq

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My life was once replete with infinite romantic dreams My yearning soul was wading in the ocean of infatuation My imagination espoused realities to eschew embers of embarrassment Like a weary wrangler, I sought your shelter with the resolution A journey through tumultuous times being immersed in your world Vibes of first love stirred my soul like an uproarious soliloquy A lovelorn I, a forlorn you, both treasured idyllic moments The flame of our love shot up sky-high so fiercely I built a castle of love in the world of euphoria A placid visage I reinvented in the hazy twilight You scripted your halo in my subconscious mind Your endless murmur was my sole source of delight Lonely hours were celebrated, so refreshing was sublime feelings The first love wilted woes despite obvious swings of things In silence's marge, my emotional upsurge indited alphabets of love Above surreality, I realized an upward rise of feelings Life's ebullient ecstasy was snowballed into fertil...

Smile Again: A poem by Shamsul Haq

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In this sojourn struggle, a deep determination should take its course Run away from hard realities, oozing out some sultry tears of remorse From the wreath of sorrows, joys wink to come out in force A honeyed gusto can bring bliss, that's engraved on our brain Withstand oodles of oddities- a beautiful truth let's Smile Again Let the mission of peace be our earnest march Humanity not in peril if our high held strides merge Never heat the heals in the hell of the myriad upsurge A dawn of heraldic victory awaits for sure yet again Overflowing with hymns of happiness so dear let's Smile Again Instances of inequality, it's so eerie and bizarre The listless face with untold atrocities, ill-fated they are Some cathartic philosophy the philanthropists admire Blood of humanity circulates in our deep-seated vein At the cusp of events, despite dire straits do Smile Again Amidst simmering restlessness, hopes do shimmer Stride alone bravely, for the world, is with its ...

First Love: A poem by Bhagyashree Mishra

Hard to choose if your Maiden glance at me is precious, Or was it the innocent bond We spun without being suspicious? My heart often ponders if Asking me notes imparted you glee, Or was it just a plea To steal a moment from me? Dubious am I, if football matches Played on dewy grass were the best, Or was it your generosity in lending me stationery during tests? Often your eloquent eyes Turned taciturn to pause only in mine, An exchange of desirous vibes  were Much more inebriating than a bottle of wine. Hard to choose if first love at a tender age Can for a lifetime, remain true, Or was it just an infatuation knocking At heart's door, without any clue?

Smile: A poem by Subhashchandra B. Adhav

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Smile is just like colorful rainbow on the facial sky: That elevates the mood of the viewer to the sky-high: Positive splendid display of emotional spectrum to the fullest: Captivating hues of such sentiments that makes delightful appeal earnest: Along with smile greet us radiant, lustrous buds of teeth: Supports their welcome move alluring gesture of chin beneath: Curves of lips like captivating bows make catchy movements: It adds enthusiastically to euphoric jovial merriments: Laughter is good medicine but smile is all time panacea: It dispels the gloom, grief melancholic and embarrassing nausea: Laughter distributes ambrosial flowers but smile itself is ambrosia: It sways delightfully to spread pleasant vibes like zinnia: Smile adds grace to cheeks, it is an awesome spirit: It emanates enigmatic aura showing its pleasant amiable merit: To synchronize with smile, make fascinating movements charming nostrils: Mind gets lost enjoying such kind of...

First Love: A poem by Aruna Lakra

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I feel the tight embrace of the wind As I pass amongst the lush green  Where some stray cattle are grazing To the rhythm of the flute humming  Butterflies crossing the Meadows  Entangling my lustrous hair Remembering my first kiss behind those trees Where some daisies were blushing  My first love so tender and soft  Still safe in one corner of my heart... Now only memories sail on the clear calm water Where once waves of passion arose This path so beautiful will never be forgotten  I often sit here in silence under the turquoise sky Recalling the lyrics of my first love song Of the melodious sonnet sung now only to sigh...

My First True Love: A poem by Renette Dsouza

I waited endlessly at the window for hours Waited patiently without ever getting bored Waiting for him to magically appear My eyes fixated at the end of the road. His laughter like the first outburst of rain On a glorious warm sunny afternoon His smile, cool like the wind that blows His face constantly glowing like a full moon. When he spoke, his words were gentle With a softness in his voice His eyes sparkling with tenderness In his arms, my heart would rejoice.  I'd run into his arms as I saw him And he would  lift  me high up  in the air Then swirl me round and round and round And tickle me everywhere.  We'd take long walks in the park He read me stories that made me glad And tucked me into bed till I fell asleep He is my first true love... My Dad. 

Happiness is...: A poem by Anju Kishore

...finding rickshaws as if they were charmed By a flourish of your guardian angel's wand, Weaving through traffic that did not choke you for once And ticking off to-do chores one by one. Happiness is when you stop at the roadside vendor To sip slowly and deeply, a tender coconut's nectar. A little soft, a little hard is a pulp inside That leaves you untwined after jolting rickshaw rides Quenched, you turn benevolently to hop into another rattler Only to be arrested by a look of abject hunger. Those unhappy  eyes, that outstretched hand Like they were denied all the things you've had. The rags clutching the skin as if terrified of crumbling Speak of a wretched shanty and penniless kin. You turn back to the vendor of happiness-sips And ask for the best from his happy heap. As you lower the treat into the skeletal hands Your heart pulls taut and reverts like a rubber band. The shriveled face dissolves into a joyous smile With the happiness that a little money could buy. -

Happiness is...: A poem by Vasumathi Arvind

  Happiness is the first cry of a newborn An explosion of feelings, it is motherhood born . Happiness is the first raindrop on the parched earth Petrichor warming hearts, breaking into mirth . Happiness is the break of dawn Shaking out of slumber, skipping like a fawn . Happiness is the call of a hidden cuckoo It s  soulful notes making one ask ‘Where are you?’ Happiness is walking through a thicket in the morning Taking in the smells of the green branches forming an awning . Happiness is seeing a furry squirrel sprinting across your balcony Twirling its tail, the sight is sweeter than honey. Happiness is picnicking on the banks of a river Dipping your feet in the cold water, making you quiver. Happiness is talking to an old friend, walking down memory lane A kaleidoscope of colorful images on a glass pane Happiness is feeling good with all that life offers Thanking God for the blessings on us that he showers!

Happiness is...: A poem by Nisha Raviprasad

the dawdling dusk seemed to linger some more and on the beach drifting into sleepy gray  were chiaroscuros, most running about in a mad frenzy few deliriously drowned in a bubble of foamy blather  silly young lovers holding on to each other fighting time laughter and smiles, hugs and kisses, silence and eager prattle happiness exudes in the salty air, waves grab my feet for a moment I stay devoid of vacillating thoughts a bounce within touching the perse hues of the sky and I float in a perfect oasis of bliss till his stretched hand looks at me his white hair, dirty and unkempt, draped around was an old rag, tattered, sewn a million times sorrow in his wrinkled face pleaded and such anguish clawed into my bones, and grave agony arose I got up rummaging my pockets and purse I saw him eat as never before, smile at me with old yet glimmering eyes that my heart swelled  with such happiness, that I struggled to breath Happiness...